Энн Тайлер - Searching for Caleb

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Duncan Peck has a fascination for randomness and is always taking his family on the move. His wife, Justine, is a fortune teller who can't remember the past. Her grandfather, Daniel, longs to find the brother who walked out of his life in 1912, with nothing more than a fiddle in his hand. All three are taking journeys that lead back to the family's deepest roots . . . to a place where rebellion and acceptance have the haunting power to merge into one. . . .
"Magic and true, dazzling and wise . . . It has an astounding confidence, depth and range . . . A wonderful, wonderful novel."
THE BOSTON GLOBE
Duncan Peck has a fascination for randomness and is always taking his family on the move. His wife, Justine, is a fortune teller who can't remember the past. Her grandfather, Daniel, longs to find the brother who walked out of his life in 1912, with nothing more than a fiddle in his hand. All three are taking journeys that lead back to the family's deepest roots . . . to a place where rebellion and acceptance have the haunting power to merge into one. . . .
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“But I thought you were a healer,” Duncan said.

“A healer, yes! I have a little group that meets on Sunday evenings. Anyone can come. I inherited the gift from my father, who once gave sight to a blind man.”

“But your father was deaf.”

“He still had the gift , Mr. Peck.”

“I meant—”

“Of course the gift must be kept alive by prayer and faith, it has to be nurtured along. That’s what I tell Arthur. I feel that Arthur very definitely has the gift. I am working with him on it now. So far there has seemed to be some — I don’t know, some sort of resistance , I’m just not — but we’re working, I’m sure we’ll get there.”

“How about Grandfather here?” Duncan asked. “ He could use some help.”

She hesitated.

“Think you could just clap a couple of hands on his ears to oblige us?”

“Well, I’m not — is it nerve deafness, or what?”

“Oh, if faith only heals certain kinds ,” said Duncan.

Both Meg and Justine stirred, uneasily. Duncan gave them a wide, innocent smile that did not reassure them. “But never mind,” he said, “my real interest was headaches.”

“Headaches, Mr. Peck? Do you suffer from headaches?”

“No, your son does.”

“My son.”

“Arthur.”

“Oh, Arthur ,” she said blankly.

“Didn’t you say that Arthur got headaches?”

“Why, yes.”

Duncan looked at her for a moment, honestly puzzled. “But then,” he said, “why can’t you heal him?”

Mrs. Milsom clasped her hands tightly. Her mouth became blurred and her eyes filled with what must surely be black tears; but no, when they spilled over they were clear and they made white tracks down her hollow white cheeks.

“Oh, Duncan,” Justine said. But what had he done, after all? Nobody understood, except perhaps Meg, who quickly buried her nose in her tea glass. Then Mrs. Milsom straightened and darted an index finger beneath each eye, quick as a frog’s tongue. “Well!” she said. “Haven’t we had nice weather for August?”

“It’s been very nice,” Duncan told her gently. And he must have been planning to stay that way to the end, sober and courteous; he would never willingly hurt anybody. Except that Justine chose that moment to reach toward the green glass shoe on the coffee table — sourballs! right under her nose! — and choose a lemony yellow globe and pop it into her mouth, where she instantly discovered that she had eaten a marble. While everyone watched in silence she plucked it out delicately between thumb and forefinger and replaced it, only a little shinier than before, in the green glass shoe. “ I thought we could have used more rain,” she told the ring of faces.

Duncan made a peculiar sound. So he was going to have a silly fit after all. Justine had to sit as straight as a statue, dignified enough for the two of them, while at intervals Duncan steamed and chortled like an electric percolator on the couch beside her.

* * *

When Arthur was up (pale and rumpled, inadequate-looking in a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt) they moved out to the back yard to admire Mrs. Milsom’s flowerbeds, then over to the church to see the new red carpet just recently installed in the aisles. They tiptoed through the vaulted, echoing nave with their faces very serious. They were all particularly careful of one another, if you didn’t count Duncan’s pinching Justine when he didn’t know Mrs. Milsom was looking. They were so appreciative, so soft-voiced and attentive, that by the time they had assembled beside the Ford to say their goodbyes everyone was exhausted. But Mrs. Milsom held out both hands bravely for the sack of sun-baked corn, and Arthur insisted on taking the entire burden of wedding silver from the trunk. He staggered off, stringy-armed, swaybacked beneath his load. Meg remained beside the car with her pile of shirtwaist dresses. “Well,” said Justine, “I suppose we’ll be seeing you soon.” She felt bruised by disappointment. She had imagined that this visit might, in some way, wrap things up — that whatever had gone wrong in their family might finally be straightened out, or at least understood; and that having seen Meg settled and happy she could let her go at last. She had supposed that care and responsibility could be shucked like old skin, leaving her cool and smooth and lightweight. But Meg’s face was screwed so tight it made her ache, and she would never be free of Meg’s old, anxious eyes. “Meggie, is there anything you need?” she asked. “I mean, if you think of something, anything at all—”

“I’m sorry about the tea,” Meg said.

“Tea?”

“I told her you didn’t drink it sweetened.”

“Oh, that’s all right, honey.”

“She was making it after lunch and I said, ‘Don’t put sugar in it, Mama likes hers with just lemon.’ But she said, ‘Oh, everybody likes their tea with sugar, it’s so refreshing.’ I said, ‘But—’ ”

“Meg, I don’t care,” said Justine.

“I said I would mix a separate glass then,” Meg told Duncan, “but she doesn’t really like me in her kitchen.”

Duncan studied her. Grandfather Peck stroked his chin.

“She does everything, even makes our bed up. She says I don’t know hospital corners. You never taught me about hospital corners, Mama.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“I wanted to have you for lunch today, I said I would cook it myself. You know I can cook. Simple things, at least. Fannie Farmer. But she said it wasn’t possible because her group was coming over for supper, these people in her healing group. She had to have the kitchen to herself. The people in her healing group are all old and strange, they have chronic illnesses and they think she helps, and then sometimes they bring her someone new and they all pray together holding hands.”

“Does it work?” Justine asked.

“What? No. I don’t know. I thought when I got married we would be so — regular. I thought finally we — I didn’t know all this would be going on. When I met her she was like anybody else. Except for wearing white. She did wear white all the time. But I didn’t know then about this healing. She wants Arthur to learn healing too and she even wanted to look at my hands, she wondered if I have the gift.”

“Do you?” Justine asked.

“Mama! I wouldn’t go along with a thing like that.”

“Well, I don’t know, at least it would be a new experience.”

“I don’t want new experiences, I want a normal happy life. But Arthur just won’t stand up to her, really he — and now she wants him to develop his gift because hers is going. She thinks it’s because of her age. At the meetings they pray and cry, you can hear them everywhere in the house. She reminds God of what she used to accomplish: once she stopped a man in the middle of a heart attack.”

“She did?”

“She says she has so much left to do, she should be allowed to keep her gift. She says it’s unjust. There are people sick just everywhere, she says, and blind and crippled and suffering pain, and there she is powerless and she can’t even stop her own son’s headaches any more. She goes on and on about it, calling out so everyone can hear: just because a little time has passed, she says, that’s no reason to let her dwindle down this way.”

“Well, I should say not,” said Justine.

Meg paused and gave her a look. “Are you listening?” she asked.

“Certainly I’m listening.”

“I live among crazy people!”

“You should leave,” Duncan told her.

“Oh, Duncan,” said Justine. She turned to Meg. “Meggie darling, maybe you could just — or look at it this way. Imagine you were handed a stack of instructions. Things that you should undertake. Blind errands, peculiar invitations . . . things you’re supposed to go through, and come out different on the other side. Living with a faith healer. I never got to live with a faith healer.”

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